She was bearing an Oriental music box with dancing figurines, the tune was playing as she moved. It was gold plated and the blown-glass dancers twirle... about on a rotating stage. I had never seen anything so exquisite and the melody it played sounded like it was floating on air. The woman moved towards the dais but stopped near me. ‘To my guest, Mr. Petriani,’ Wu translated, ‘who has come a large distance to hold business in our humble part of the world. He is willing to be a part of our. It surprised me. At this age I just don’t get as hard as I once did. But under the right circumstances things go very well. This was one of those times. Kneeling on the bed next to me, she continued sucking and gagging, sucking and gagging for awhile. I actually loved the choking sound she would make. It was so erotic. I stared at her beautiful blonde hair, her head slowly bobbing up and down. She stopped, got out some lube, and started rubbing it into her pussy. “Let’s do it like this” she. I replied: but auntSom:but wat kuch nahi…Tumhe karna hoga,tum ne hi toh kaha mai ek beauty queen hoon …Tumhe hi karna hoga.Me: par ye galat haiI was wearing a pyjamas at that time ..And she was wearing a night gownShe:kuch galat nahi hai saying this she grabbed my cork over my pyjamas.Me:aunty …Umm okayShe then took me to her bedroomAs we went there she closed the door and suddenly started smooching me….I also started kissing her our tongues were playing with each other…We smooched and fell on. But I could not sleep so I asked her to do blow job. But she was not aware of it at that time, now I made her expert in this. So I masturbate myself and slowly went to sleep.Next day morning I wake up lately, by that time she completed her bath and she was keeping her tilak. I saw her she also saw me and gave a sexist look. Now I have 2 feelings in my mind. One is what a sexist expression from her and second one is scolding myself for my mistake not to fuck her night.This entire day she was.